Men, Women and Ghosts

"`. . . See small portions of the Eternal World that ever groweth':  . . . .
 So sang a Fairy, mocking, as he sat on a streak'd tulip,
 Thinking none saw him:  when he ceas'd I started from the trees,
 And caught him in my hat, as boys knock down a butterfly."

William Blake. Europe. A Prophecy.

              `Thou hast a lap full of seed,
               And this is a fine country.'

William Blake.